Envious Crows
A murder of crows gathered in a tree. Trying to disguise their mocking, yet envious caws as encouraging and melodious tones of a songbird.
Their plumage the color of midnight. Accurately reflecting the sinister, darkness of tainted souls. Glassy eyes casting glares of contempt. Jealous of the birds that aren't afraid to fly above tree tops.
Fighting and clawing like scavengers. Pecking at the remains of the fallen. Longing to taste the fleeting essence of hope.
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